Sleepy Duke

My paws padded quietly off the shaggy rug onto smooth wooden floorboards! Right ahead, a low coffee table made a perfect little sheltered roof. I wiggled underneath to take a peek. A warm strip of afternoon light slanted between the table legs, lighting up floating specks of dust like tiny drifting stars. Right in the middle sat a soft, forgotten knit sock curled into a cozy ring. I pressed my nose into its warm fabric and curled my paws right inside the fold. It felt like a snug private cave, made just for an afternoon rest.